Returning an Overdue Book

Jim Griset with a book given to his father in 1919 at his grandmother’s grave

During Christmas break 2005, I visited my favorite thrift store near my in-laws in Southern California. What I discovered was a treasure that meant as much as any gift I’d received beneath the tree.

There on a dusty bookshelf was a slender antique volume entitled “Nearer My God to Thee.” That old hymn reminded me of the Titanic’s tragic voyage. As you may have read, while the famous ship was sinking, the band remained on deck playing that poignant melody.

I opened the fly leaf of the book and noticed a handwritten inscription. The beautiful script acknowledged the 8th birthday of Francis Griset and the date of his birth. July 14, 1911. It was signed by one of Francis’ grandmothers. Because I was already thinking of the Titanic, it struck me that this young boy was born just nine months before the infamous vessel struck an iceberg on April 14, 1912. As I held the book and focused on the personal inscription, I felt as if I had found buried treasure. And to top it off, my find was only 99 cents.

For the past nineteen years that little treasure has been a valued part of my collection of Titanic memorabilia that includes a plastic model of the ship and several books that document the disaster. I have displayed the book as an illustration whenever I have preached one of my favorite sermons: “Spiritual Lessons from a Sinking Ship.” In a newspaper column I wrote three months ago referring to the Titanic, I referenced my antique book including a photo.

Upon my return to the States from three months in Switzerland, I was retrieving a boatload of voicemails on my landline. One message stopped me in my tracks. It was from a man by the name of Jim Griset. His brief message indicated that someone had sent him one of my newspaper columns. He went on to say that it was an article about a book I’d found in a thrift store inscribed to a Francis Griset. In his recorded message he informed me that Francis was his father. I was stunned.

Returning his call, I thanked Jim for reaching out to me. He told me about his dad who had died in 2005. Upon asking more about his father, I discovered that Francis was only nine months old when his twenty-four year old mother died (ironically on the same day the Titanic went down).

Jim told me it was Francis’ maternal grandmother who inscribed the book to him on his eighth birthday. Quite conceivably she gave the boy the book because of what it represented. It’s quite possible the hymn and the book were meaningful to her because of its connection to the Titanic story. After all, she lost her daughter (Francis’ mother) to death on the same day 1,500 lives were lost in the North Atlantic.

In our conversation I was fascinated to learn that Jim’s father and my wife’s parents (although they never met) lived in the same community and both attended Presbyterians churches. I told Jim that my in-laws were career missionaries with Wycliffe Bible Translators started by William Cameron Townsend. He told me that his dad was actually related to the Townsend family. Another small world connection!

Jim related to me that as his dad grew older, he would often play hymns for his father on the piano. Ironically it was the very piano given to Francis’ mother before he was born by the same grandmother who gave him the book. Jim told me his dad loved it when he played “Nearer My God to Thee.”  What he’d received as a child had taken root deep in his young heart. And for good reason.

As Jim continued to share information about his dad, something else dawned on me. Francis received the book from his grandmother in the summer of 1919 during the Spanish Flu pandemic when people were dying throughout the nation. That beloved hymn must have offered comfort to young Francis just as they had to the grieving woman who had given the book to him.

When Jim and I finished our conversation, it was clear what I had to do. With joy I mailed the book to its rightful owner.

Recalling a Somber Anniversary

An antique book of the hymn played as the Titanic was sinking

This weekend marks the 112th anniversary of the day that most famous of all ships carried 1,522 people to their watery graves. Did you know that the Titanic was three football fields long? She was 11 stories tall and 92 feet wide. The infamous ship tipped the scales at 46,000 tons.

At the time, she was the largest and most luxurious ship ever built. This vessel “fit for a king” could carry nearly 3,000 passengers and crew. She had her own swimming pools, suites, restaurants, Turkish baths and squash courts. There was even a Parisian sidewalk café complete with strolling musicians.

With sixteen water-tight compartments below sea level, the Titanic was deemed unsinkable. The 14,000 workers at Harland and Wolff Shipbuilders in Belfast spent thirty-six months assembling this beautiful craft. They took pride in the fact that she was the most sea-worthy vessel ever constructed.

The Titanic was the pride of the White Star Line. Perhaps it was the belief that this vessel was so seaworthy that there were less than half the number of recommended lifeboats installed. No one could imagine a situation in which every passenger and crew member would need one.

With a sense of his own pride, Captain Edward Smith was determined to complete the journey from England to New York in record time. Since the maiden voyage of the Titanic would be his last before retiring, he had this one last opportunity to achieve his desired legacy and line his pockets.

To achieve his goal, Captain Smith knew he would have to move his vessel at 26 knots day and night in order to arrive in New York’s harbor in six days. His pride trumped prudence.

On the evening of April 14, 1912, the Titanic struck an iceberg and was swallowed up in the frigid waters of the North Atlantic. The ship “not even God could sink” sank. Only 706 lived to tell of the unthinkable nightmare.

One of those who perished was a thirty-nine year old British pastor by the name of John Harper. Reverend Harper was a widower enroute to Chicago to become the next pastor of the historic Moody Memorial Church. Traveling with his six-year-old daughter and his niece, Harper’s status as a parent and guardian entitled him to a seat on a lifeboat (on which his loved ones would eventually be rescued). But this man of faith willingly gave up his seat. His concern was sharing his faith with those for whom there would not be enough lifeboats.

A sailor, who was one of the last to be rescued from the sinking vessel, later attested to the fact that it was Harper who asked the band leader on the deck to play Nearer My God to Thee. While the musicians played a somber soundtrack to the real-life drama playing out on the Atlantic, Harper gathered a large group of people around him. He knelt in the center of the circle and prayed on behalf of those who were nearer to God than they ever imagined they would be when the ship left England. Soon they drowned.
 
The pride of the ship’s captain and the humility of the reverend is most noteworthy.  The contrast was engraved in my heart some years ago when my eye caught sight of a little book in a thrift store. The beautiful volume contained illustrated lyrics to Nearer My God to Thee, a hymn that will always be associated with the sinking of the Titanic.  

I carefully opened the fragile book. What I read gave me pause. This printed treasure was inscribed to a young man by the name of Francis Griset by his grandmother. The occasion was the boy’s 8th birthday. It was dated July 14, 1911. Amazing! The book was given exactly nine months before that hymn would be played as the ship was sinking.

This weekend while we ponder the tragic circumstances of the Titanic, why not reflect on the “icebergs” in your life that could capsize your dreams? As with Captain Smith, the lust for power, popularity and wealth puts us on a collision course with pride, arrogance and failure.

We might think we are unsinkable, but as a bumper sticker I once saw aptly suggests “Don’t believe everything you think!”

An Advent Carol (Revisited)

This ancient tune invites contemporary lyrics

In a world of war and hatred
peace is trumped by power’s hand.
Airstrikes in Ukraine and Gaza,
bloodshed in the Holy Land
mock “Joy to the World”
and much-loved carols.
How we long for what God’s planned.

In a world of pain and suffering,
refugees and children cry.
Homeless migrants beg for shelter.
Alley addicts use and die.
Haunting carols heard in churches
stalk the dreams of passersby.

In a world where truth is questioned
and our freedoms are at stake,
decency is oft abandoned
or deprived of “give and take.”
Still the carols play continually,
rousing us for goodness’ sake.

In a world in need of Christmas,
we are actors on a stage.
Lines we learned as little children
call for us to turn the page
and live out the love the carols
prophesied for every age.

An Invitation to a Homecoming

Greg Asimakoupoulos with Bill and Gloria Gaither in 2008

They call us to come home and sing
because they know the King of Kings
is coming for His family.
Oh, what a happy day!

Yes, Heaven is the Gaithers’ theme
where saints and angels live our dream
of gathering around the throne
and worshiping the Lamb.

There is something about that Name
of One who didn’t die in vain,
but conquered death redeeming grief.
Because He lives, we sing!

A Homecoming’s both now and then
to blend our voices once again
creating something beautiful.
So, let’s just praise the Lord!

* I wrote this poem especially for an All-Gaither Hymn Sing I was asked to lead at Cristwood Park, a faith-based senior adult community in suburban Seattle. I dedicate it to Bill and Gloria Gaither who have been a source of inspiration for millions (including me) over the past half century. During my dad’s battle with bone cancer, I would often sit with him and watch Gaither music videos holding his hand. Their heartfelt music was a source of inspiration.

I attended a Gaither Homecoming Gospel Sing with my mom a few months before my father died in 2008. The above photo was taken on that occasion at the Tacoma Dome where we were extended a backstage pass to join the Gaithers and their team for dinner prior to the concert. It was an experience I will never forget.


How Sweet the Sound!

This month marks the 250th anniversary of Amazing Grace

How sweet the sound!
Amazing Grace
played on a piper’s bag.
The haunting drone enveloped me with peace.
A tune I love reminded me
that lost souls can be found
and those we lose to death find faith’s release.

John Newton knew this truth first hand.
By grace his life was saved.
A reprobate became a parish priest.
Through many dangers toils and snares,
‘twas grace that helped him see
that all are objects of God’s love…
the greatest to the least.

This month marks the 250th anniversary of the most-loved hymn of all time. I was grateful for Neil Hubbard’s rendition of Amazing Grace at a memorial service I recently conducted. Truly amazing!